So I haven’t been writing much on the blog in the last few days. Guess I don’t have much to say right now. Sorry. I guess I’m assimilating, and hunkered down in the rain. We’re having a very wet winter here in the Santa Barbara area.

I like the rain. Don’t mind getting a little damp. It’s refreshing, and God knows we need the water. Our lakes and reservoirs were getting very low. I live in a top floor condo on a hill. I have a new roof. No need for concern about flooding or leaking. I can relax and enjoy the weather we’ll remember longingly this summer.

I used to live in a much different place, a guest house in a low area near the freeway. The neighbor’s land was higher. Of course, just some normal rain would soak in and drain away. But if we had heavy storms for a few days, then all the rain that fell on his lot drained to the back, and headed under the fence and right for my living room. It was a sunken living room, and the mud seal in the foundation was bad. In the 13 years I lived there, I think the place flooded about five times. There is nothing quite like getting up in the middle of the night of heavy rain and stepping barefoot into a carpet saturated with muddy water.

Eventually, the landlady spent a fortune on repairs and drainage, then sold the property. That was probably wise. And it gave me the nudge to get out. I’m warm and dry tonight, comfortable, and if forced to admit it, I’m not unhappy thank you.